blog 3, meat...meat....MEAT!!!!!!!!!

I'm going crazy and these animals are making me feel weird like something is behind me or even stalking me as if I were pray just like I'm stalking the bloody pig, its got me........... bewildered.

look at me I'm clambering on all fours with a stick and a barb in one hand and holding myself up wth the other. what was that. jack took two furtive looks one to the left and one to the right. the tendrils hanging obove makes it hard for him to see. I heard it again its upfront, thump thump thump were the sounds my feet were making, SSSSSSQQQQQUUEEEEEL look there it is to the right i took a sharp turn ahh the floor to muddy and i hit the trunk of a tree neer by, that really hurt but he was up so fast that the ragged torn clothing he wore almost got ripped off but by the the time he looked around all he could see was the faint glimmer of the sun reflecting of the sea.

since we have arrived my skin looks darker my hair has become lighter my clothes have become tatered but most of all I have developed this....this sort of need for killing need for this pig to die this need to be savage this need for MEAT.

"hey ralph I almost got em"
"where have you been jack your men have been back for an hour now"
"you just don't understand I want to kill a pig and use its bones and festoon to go around my neck"
"this is oppresing you for the past ___ you have been overwhelmed in trying to the life of those pigs"
"you dont understand it may be inscrutable to you but its more understandable to me, I wish I was the group leader so I would'nt have to answer to nobody and I could tell fatty to shut up without anyone say not to say that, and I can enjoy punishing the littluns when ever they act out of line.
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